a wandering of ideas
so...this evening I got a slight case of homesickness, which has inspired me to write...about the meaning of home.
So...what is home? Wouldn't we all just love to know. That magical place you can go and feel secure, safe, and comfortable. The one place where you know that no matter what happens in the rest of your life it will still be there, inviting you in to rest and recuperate from the wear and tear of everyday life. But what and where is it? Is it merely the place you sleep? Right now I would not be inclined to agree with that definition as I'm sitting at my own computer, in sight of my bed, and still I have this feeling of needing to be home. So it seems pretty apparent to me that home is more than a structure where you keep your posessions and rest your body. So is it who you live with? Again I'm inclined to say no, as I love my family to the nth degree, but right now I feel like a visitor in the household. On the other hand I know people who live alone but seem to be extremely comfortable in their living place. The more general "where" probably factors into the "homitude" of a place. For instance, here in New England I feel very comfortable with my life as a general rule of thumb, but I don't think I'd be able to last to long in say, the southwest and stay sane for any length of time. Scotland of course will always feel like home, but that's another story. However, that's not nearly the complete story, as (sean is god bow bwfoewamazing ninja ness of all doom...and he kindalooks like a penguin!! all squishy and such)(that was an unanounced message from our sponsors) and I'm finishing my sentence...oh fuck it I'm not...my urge to write has dwindled and died. so I'll do something later.
So...what is home? Wouldn't we all just love to know. That magical place you can go and feel secure, safe, and comfortable. The one place where you know that no matter what happens in the rest of your life it will still be there, inviting you in to rest and recuperate from the wear and tear of everyday life. But what and where is it? Is it merely the place you sleep? Right now I would not be inclined to agree with that definition as I'm sitting at my own computer, in sight of my bed, and still I have this feeling of needing to be home. So it seems pretty apparent to me that home is more than a structure where you keep your posessions and rest your body. So is it who you live with? Again I'm inclined to say no, as I love my family to the nth degree, but right now I feel like a visitor in the household. On the other hand I know people who live alone but seem to be extremely comfortable in their living place. The more general "where" probably factors into the "homitude" of a place. For instance, here in New England I feel very comfortable with my life as a general rule of thumb, but I don't think I'd be able to last to long in say, the southwest and stay sane for any length of time. Scotland of course will always feel like home, but that's another story. However, that's not nearly the complete story, as (sean is god bow bwfoewamazing ninja ness of all doom...and he kindalooks like a penguin!! all squishy and such)(that was an unanounced message from our sponsors) and I'm finishing my sentence...oh fuck it I'm not...my urge to write has dwindled and died. so I'll do something later.